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		<title>The Jean Sheperd Archives</title>
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		<description>&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:15 P.M. The WOR news and weather are out of the way. A bugle sounds, and a sprightly theme song comes trotting on the air. The theme has a double meaning: it is the one that calls the horses to the gate at Aqueduct, and it is the Bahnfrei Overture, composed for an operetta by Eduard Strauss, the only member of the Strauss family who did not make good. Presently, Shepherd&apos;s clear, rowdy voice intrudes. &quot;Okay, gang are you ready to play radio? Are you ready to shuffle off the mortal coil of mediocrity? I am if you are.&quot; There is a noise like a mechanized Bronx cheer (Brrapp!)- it is Shepherd blowing his kazoo. At other times he twangs his Jew&apos;s-harp (Brroing!). &quot;Yes, you fatheads out there in the darkness, you losers in the Sargasso Sea of existence, take heart, because WOR, in its never ending crusade of public service, is once again proud to bring you--(Erocia Symphony Up)-- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/shepharp.htm&quot; title=&quot;Jean Shepherd: Radio&apos;s Noble Savage&quot;&gt;The Jean Shepherd Program&lt;/a&gt;!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; A man no longer known for much besides &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ivillage.com/books/print/0,,603234,00.html&quot; title=&quot;I imagined innumerable situations calling for the instant and irrevocable need for a BB gun, great fantasies where I fended off creeping marauders burrowing through the snow toward the kitchen, where only I and I alone stood between our tiny huddled family and insensate Evil. Masked bandits attacking my father, to be mowed down by my trusted cloverleaf-sighted deadly weapon. I seriously mulled over the possibility of an invasion of raccoons, of which there were several in the county. Acts of selfless Chivalry defending Esther Jane Alberry from escaped circus tigers. Time and time again I saw myself a miraculous crack shot, picking off sparrows on the wing to the gasps of admiring girls and envious rivals on Cleveland Street. There was one dream that involved my entire class getting lost on a field trip in the swamps, wherein I led the tired, hungry band back to civilization, using only my Red Ryder compass and sundial. There was no question about it. Not only should I have such a gun, it was an absolute necessity!&quot;&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Jean Sheperd was the greatest radio raconteur ever. Here is the greatest Jean Sheperd fansite so far--&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/shepmain.htm&quot; title=&quot;Jean Shepherd was a writer, humorist, satirist, actor, radio raconteur, TV &amp; film personality and an American original. He was a master story teller in the league of Mark Twain, S.J. Perlman and P.G. Wodehouse. Taking bits and pieces from his own life, he weaved tales of the joys, humor, intrigue and angst of growing up. His youth in Hammond, Indiana, his adventures in the Army Signal Corps and stories of the obscure and infamous were all fertile sources for his tales. For almost three decades, he told these stories to eager radio audiences. In Cincinnati between 1950 and 1954 Shep did a DJ show from Shuller&apos;s Wigwam on WSAI and a nightly comedy show on WLW called &apos;&apos;Rear Bumpers&apos;&apos;. This led to a television version at KYW in Philadelphia. In 1956 Shep moved to the Big Apple on WOR New York where for 21 years listeners all over the Northeast were treated to a nightly dose of genius. His shows were a menagerie of comments, silly songs, jokes and other digressions all orbiting around a central tale. For 45 minutes you laughed and wondered if he would remember to conclude the story at hand. He always made it! His other great radio enterprise was live broadcasts on Saturday night from The Limelight, a nightclub in Greenwich Village. Marshall McLuhan once called Shep &apos;&apos;the first radio novelist.&apos;&apos;&quot;&gt;Flick Lives&lt;/a&gt; and, treasure of treasures, here are &lt;a href=&quot;http://shep-archives.com/netjuke/login.php&quot; title=&quot;The Shep Archives truly rank among the Best Of The Web&quot;&gt;The Shep Archives&lt;/a&gt;--oh, you&apos;ll have to spend a minute or two to register to hear them but what the hey?--with hundreds of Sheperd broadcasts and records in streaming mp3s. &lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;But Wait! There&apos;s More!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 10:10:20 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: y2karl</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645402</link>	
		<description>More Sheperdiana: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/madtxt.htm#PAGE1&quot; title=&quot;The average person today thinks in certain prescribed patterns. People today have a genuine fear of stepping out and thinking on their own. &apos;&apos;Creeping Meatballism&apos;&apos; is this rejection of individuality. It&apos;s conformity. The American brags about being a great individualist, when actually he&apos;s the world&apos;s least individual person. The idea of thinking individually has become a big joke. Old Thomas J. Watson of I.B.M. came up with the idea for a sign which just said: &apos;&apos;Think&apos;&apos;. And today, it&apos;s a gag! This is the result of &apos;&apos;Creeping Meatballism&apos;&apos;. The guy who has been taken in by the &apos;&apos;Meatball&apos;&apos; philosophy is the guy who really believes that contemporary people are slim, and clean-limbed, and they&apos;re so much fun to be with. . . .because they drink Pepsi-Cola. As long as he believes this, he&apos;s in the clutches of &apos;&apos;Creeping Meatballism&apos;&apos;. He&apos;s a &apos;&apos;Day People&apos;&apos;. Let me give you some examples of &apos;&apos;Creeping Meatballism&apos;&apos; at work. . .&quot;&gt;The Night People vs Creeping Meatballism&lt;/a&gt; from Mad Magazine, March-April 1957 Volume 1, Number 32; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hammondindiana.com/history/flicks.htm&quot; title=&quot;in the Hessville Section of Hammond, Indiana.&quot;&gt;The Legendary Flick&apos;s Tavern&lt;/a&gt;; The Story of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bobkaye.com/ilibertine.html&quot; title=&quot;At about 2 am one night, Shep said to his listeners, &apos;&apos;Let&apos;s all go to the local book stores tomorrow and ask for a book, that we, the Night People, know doesn&apos;t exist.&apos;&apos; Since it was a communal thing, he asked the listeners for suggestions for a title. Finally, at about 4:30 am someone came up with &apos;&apos;I, Libertine&apos;&apos;. Shep then created an author, Frederick R. Ewing, formerly a British Commander in World War II, now a civil servant in Rhodesia, married to Marjorie, a horsewoman from the North Country. He was best known for his BBC broadcasts, on 18th century erotica. He was published by Excelsior Press, an imprint of Cambridge University. Now who&apos;s gonna argue with that? British--Cambridge--a wife named Marjorie? So what&apos;s next? The first guy walks into the store and asks for &apos;&apos;I, Libertine&apos;&apos;. The owner says he never heard of it. Man number two walks in asking for it. Now he says &apos;&apos;it&apos;s on order.&apos;&apos; The next guy comes in. Now he&apos;s on the phone to the distributor. &apos;&apos;Well, after 350 more guys ask for it, Publisher&apos;s Weekly is in shambles!&apos;&apos; You must remember that the listeners KNEW that this was a nonexistent book!&quot;&gt;I, Libertine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/shephis.htm&quot; title=&quot;Jean Shepherd on the History Channel--Audio only&quot;&gt;Jean Shepherd on Thanksgving and Norman Rockwell&lt;/a&gt;; Jean Sheperd narrates &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/VillageSunday.htm&quot; title=&quot;An independent documentary filmed around 1960 by Stewart Wilensky. Jean Shepherd narrates a short tour of the colorful counterculture of Greenwich Village including its artists, poets, coffeehouses, festivals and tourists. Audio only&quot;&gt;Village Sunday&lt;/a&gt;: Hammond, Indiana&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hammondindiana.com/discus/messages/142/142.html?MondayOctober1819991026pm&quot; title=&quot;One evening some 43 years ago I was alone in our basement apartment in Queens, NY, twirling the radio knob aimlessly, when a mid-western man&apos;s voice speaking in a conversational, not &apos;&apos;radio,&apos;&apos; voice caused me to release my fingers. The voice was warm, close, amused and vaguely conspiratiorial &apos;&apos;So I&apos;m sitting in this restaurant, Sardi&apos;s, across from this fantastic chick, and she&apos;s sniffing.&apos;&apos; And the man sniffed and sniffed again and cracked into brief laughter. I laughed, too, and at that instant became a devotee of somebody whose name I didn&apos;t know, who turned out to be Jean Shepherd. His story that evening was typical Shepherd, about the gulf between our fantasies and our real lives, told with insight and humor. For me, the inarticulate restlessness of my spirit suddenly found form and shape. I didn&apos;t feel so overwhelmed by the world, or myself. I was in a psychic balloon that could rise high above both earth and clouds, high enough to see it all resolve into comic relief. Until I fashioned my own viewpoint, Jean Shepherd&apos;s informed and guided me through adolescence and early adulthood. Worse things could happen. When I learned that he died, I suddenly became a much younger person than I was even 45 years ago. I cried like a little child&quot;&gt;Jean Shepherd Memorial Page&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cyberscene.com/shepherd.html&quot; title=&quot;Unlike some adults, Shepherd took a keen interest in my 15-year-old tastes. He asked what kind of music I liked. When I shared my appreciation of the Beatles he interrupted, &apos;&apos;I was the Beatles&apos; tour manager in the United States&apos;&apos;. Naturally, I wanted some inside information about what was going on behind the scenes with the lads. Instead of the usual tawdry tales of groupies and the like, he announced that he was the keeper of a Terrible Truth. It was so terrible, in fact, that I simply would not believe it. So, he said, there was no point in revealing it. Then he feigned an attempt to change the subject. No such luck. Inevitably, I encouraged him to give me a try. After some pleading, he begrudged me the honor and took me into his confidence. What was the &apos;&apos;truth&apos;&apos; behind the Beatles? Lennon and McCartney did not write those songs, he claimed. A crack team of Tin Pan Alley songwriters was, in fact, the creative genius behind the band. &apos;&apos;You don&apos;t REALLY believe those two guys could have written so many great songs, do you,&apos;&apos; he glared at me as if to ask if I was as gullible as the others. &quot;&gt;&apos;&apos;Silent Key&apos;&apos; for Jean Shepherd 1921-1999&lt;/a&gt;. 

Inventor of the whole idea of late night radio, he was a master story teller and one of the funniest and he had the solitary gift of speaking to every listener as an individual. He was a treasure.</description>
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		<title>By: rocketman</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645406</link>	
		<description>Yes.

Thanks again, y2karl. Jean Shepherd is classic.</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 10:36:02 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: briank</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645408</link>	
		<description>Brilliant post.  Thanks, Karl.  I read all his books years ago, even before &quot;A Christmas Story&quot; came out, but have never heard the radio shows, I look forward to listening to these a lot.</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 10:36:55 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: tittergrrl</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645409</link>	
		<description>God Damn, I love you y2karl :)

[This Is Good]</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 10:37:12 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Shane</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645411</link>	
		<description>A great post on Jean Shepherd, with 165 words of small font (not including multiple mouseovers!) on the front page alone? That&apos;s the Y2K I like!</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 10:46:48 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: thebabelfish</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645416</link>	
		<description>&lt;small&gt;[Holy shit, those are some long title attributes for the links...]&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 11:25:04 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: wendell</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645421</link>	
		<description>Shepard was the spiritual grandfather of almost everyone I have ever admired on the radio. My greatest aspiration when I &apos;played radio&apos; in my college days was to be the kind of communicator and storyteller he was (but like, 99.99999% of the population, lacked the talent). I&apos;m actually relieved that &quot;A Christmas Story&quot;  has spared him from the total obscurity that has would have been the inevitable fate of a true genius of the way too perishable medium of radio. Bravo to y2karl and everyone on the web using their bandwidth to keep his legacy alive. 

And I&apos;m pretty sure that in my next comment in a political thread here, I will accuse other MeFites of &quot;Creeping Meatballism&quot;.  (Although in the years since he wrote that, the progress of &quot;Meatballism&quot; has sped up significantly.)

Or is that &quot;Metaballism&quot;?</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 11:39:58 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: lometogo</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645436</link>	
		<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nwfolk.com/franklyn.html&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does anyone remember the smooth, gentle, calming voice of Franklin MacCormack of WGN in the 60&apos;s?</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 12:18:19 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: wendell</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645438</link>	
		<description>Oh, and speaking of radio communicators who deserve better: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.scpr.org/about/press_releases/2004/03/sandra.html&quot;&gt;Sandra Tsing Loh&apos;s new station&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.metafilter.com/mefi/31592#635442&quot;&gt;just as I predicted&lt;/a&gt;.</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 12:23:05 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: y2karl</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645497</link>	
		<description>Hmm, after some late and diligent scrolling, it must be reported that  the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/shepmboard.htm&quot;&gt;Jean Shepherd Memorial Message Board&lt;/a&gt; at Flick Lives is worth perusal:

&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who listened to Shep regularly during the late 60s and early 70s knows that he had a way of making you think that he was talking directly to you.  Because of this quality we fans felt like we knew him personally, so that his death feels more like the loss of a friend than a famous person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;

is a constant, as are personal accounts

&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;I first met Jean when he was master of ceremonies at a sports car Rallye in Washington Square, NYC in 1959; I had heard him for years on  WOR and loved his show. In about 1962, we brought Jean to WGBH-TV in Boston to do what I believe was his first TV show, shot at dusk, out on a dock on the Charles River, telling stories to a camera - no visuals, nothing but Jean. TV was - shall we say - simpler in those days. About the time the tape was rolling (and in those days it was 2&quot; videotape, a pain to edit, and stops and starts were discouraged lest some surly engineer have to make splices), seeing all the lights, a Boston Police boat came to see what was going on. Shep kept right on talking, in the creeping darkness, on the dock, and the entire confrontation with the cops was woven right into his story. This was  a great storyteller.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt; 

and expressions of strong feelings - 

&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am spending this Sunday listening to old WOR tapes and having a little wake of my own in honor of our hero. My favorite memories of Shep are the ones my transistor radio provided under my pillow when I was a kid. I remember the story of when he was in the service and made the rounds at Asbury park with his buddies and ate his way up and down the  boardwalk, picked up some chicks and went on the Ferris Wheel and got very sick-which he told in great graphic detail. I was laughing so hard, I had to stifle my face in my pillow-but it didn&apos;t work. My dad came in and wanted to know what was up-we listened to the rest of the story and we were in tears.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;

A goy asks: &lt;em&gt;If he wasn&apos;t a mensch, who was?&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 14:29:24 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: starkeffect</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645499</link>	
		<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://wfmu.org&quot;&gt;WFMU&lt;/a&gt; also has a bunch of &lt;a href=&quot;http://wfmu.org/playlists/AC&quot;&gt;Jean Shepherd broadcasts&lt;/a&gt; to enjoy, with no registration necessary.  Granted, they&apos;re in RealAudio, but you gotta take the bitter with the sweet sometimes.</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 14:33:34 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: interrobang</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645522</link>	
		<description>So much fun!  Thanks, y2karl!</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 16:32:11 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: ZenMasterThis</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645529</link>	
		<description>Best. News. This. Week.

As a kid I used to leave the radio on and fall asleep to Jean Shepherd, followed by Garner Ted Armstrong and then Bob Grant.

Which explains a lot.</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 17:18:41 -0800</pubDate>
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		<title>By: y2karl</title>
		<link>http://www.metafilter.com/32044/The-Jean-Sheperd-Archives#645531</link>	
		<description>note to self: BUY TINFOIL</description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 17:24:32 -0800</pubDate>
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